Okay, I admit this was all prompted today by hearing a Lily Allen song.

I am on to you, Lily Allen. I'm on to you, Raisin Bran Extra. Yogurty clusters? Come on. Go check in with Raisin Bran Crunch on how to be a proper RB progeny.I'm on to you He's Just Not That Into You. And I'm a little exhausted from that sentence.I'm on to you, Apple, with your new proprietary headphones. Not. Fooled.I'm on to you, Triscuits.And you, Morning Glory Muffins.Took me a while, The Strokes, but you have been found out. I'm on to you.Icy sidewalks? I'm on to you too. Not that you care. Everyone's on to you, minus 6 degrees in mid-March. Not that you care.I wish I could say I'm on to you, Michael Steele, but I've totally lost the trail. I have no idea where you're going.